Flocks of seagulls by the quayside
A longing to know the poem's answer
Some 73 words to fix them
In  chaos choices are made

elated amongst others
kind as a woven spell
clean as housework furnished
a tufty moggie for all seasons

bathing in your after care
you make a mensch of us all
countless others cant compare
to your inseparability
and after care

Time bedeviled
in the dawning of a new day
I identify fidgetiness as a primal enemy
I use eBay to buttress my feelings of emptiness
A newly acquired second-hand
Technics SL D303  to play Billy Lawrie
on 45rpms
I retrospect my bearings
gently facing the vistas
of lockdowns and quarantines
and friendliness

Watch strap down
Do you think of dying when dancing?
It's true anyone can fall in love!
and break all the rules
that without love
we are in hell
Birds fly upwards
the sky was ravenous

A new emotion
over convent arches
rarified as time itself

Her fourteenth spring
long the ghost of childhood

What made her  shake and burn
yet gently unraveling
by a nearby teacher

Under open skies,
there are no lies
looking forward not showing
you robbed what was mine forever.
Where you ever over curious,
that made you weak.
You say you are unique
but I've seen the self-pity,
chase the sun
that brought us together.

What prayer do you wish for?
sheik and castrated
you grace us with your wisdom
and nepeta high as a kite
your mousing myriad
as a coat hanger

Green is the hollow wind calling
whose myriad leaves have rotted down
It's the tiptoe through the woods
that persists the foraging trail
Green is the high hills
that concedes the end of the journey

Rambling rose
longer than a summer's day
evenings out
A bright new start
like falling in love
White carnations
fabled tales
darting winds
covers the kind of love I have got for you

when Jackie loved Jimmy
they played a neat sound together

Jenny, we are old  friends
and at a drop of a hat
I run to the end of the world for you
The Vet has again performed miracles
shinny and new
shop new,
you are the Lazarus of the cat world

Keep the faith and  don't lose heart
don't let old age tarry you
I should see more of you

Your cat, cool and domesticated
runs with our chaotic life
of tubular bells, internet innoculations
and nonarrival of dustbin

To her, our lives must be hellish
with its discordance and moral panics
What a wonderful creature
for putting up with our foibles

Monday opened like a Union Closed Shop
Tuesday left a sparrow in the hunt
Wednesday we openly cried, he didn't like my dress
Thursday was like a cut onion, how we  smarted
Friday was a protein-free jello day
Saturday we didn't stop arguing
Sunday was a non start a pyjamas day

Records stand stiff with attention
some I wish to play,
if they ever get the attention of my stylus.
My friend many moons ago  made me mix tapes.
I called them treasure boxes although I was implying they wouldn't be listened to too much.
There is the truth we receive things but never warrant them enough attention.
Our minds are full of dust
unheeded cobwebs.

Could have been a contender
through the schemes,
I have dreamed upon,
gardens of poppies
nighttime  shade
against the moonshine.

Hold on to my pensiveness,
open my eyes
forget the time!
Night time changes
before the dawn,
anonymous again
The sky is grey
elbows on dry books, we dreamed

Their dulcet tones
feeding them by the runcible spoon
Is there a calamity in their velocity
Their earthly maneuvers
makes us a vision of beauty
Glances that make a betrothal
yet there's no omission
Just an absorbency of perfection
serving the spirit

Half of the world is enraptured
the other half unblissful
Some of us are dreamers too.
who longed for big words
like stucco and maladriot.

Others think a roar makes them statuesque
We should be gentle with our critique
and enjoy writing outside circles.
to leave the comfort of dependency

Precious will only make you redress
spell check for wastrels
disparaging re-born dyslexics
you have the right to be proven probable

You're a mustang Ford by design.
A proverbial workhorse at 2 and a third lbs,
heavy even for contemporary standards.
Full shutter throttle in your mount.
Outstanding Rabbit ears for non automatic indexing.
You've got a reassured shutter life long click,
without a toxic battery
and an impervious iso dial for finger deftness,
and are a considered consumer model for Nikon
a poormans f2.

Someone schemed a forgotten dream
Taking their chemise dress into the rain
Until the Sun blossomed again

You called up my fantasies
but they weren't mine
What you feel is mainly uncertainity
Someone should warn you
not to overanalyze.

You believe lines lay overhead
Impatient for the consummation
your easterly summer is Furlong

Submerge yourself with sorrow
make every wish aloft,
cease the leaves of lead.
Soon they will be unenvied by them all,
bream like the sullied.

Grief as sure as a fired gun.
A house without windows,
and when the door opens
they glisten of earthen ware
within a cold summer murmur,
words are all the same
a tapestry for the unfulfilled
and God is weary of the rain

Southern boys speak loftily
in the winter they keep you warm
in their log cabins
In Spring they don't mind the climes
They are reborn,
showing photographs of the farmstead

A wooing softness becomes them
Southern boys
have plenty of feelings
their aim is good                  
Recouping the truth
Butter melts in their mouth

Pale daughters,
don't follow their familial line
or wash behind their ears
laved in white light,
they sport a smile when necessary,
compelled by a accidental mischief
pencils of exclusion,
rendered in the shade
We wouldnt go dancing on an almost air.

Order  has a long-endured shadow.
Like a fire learning to burn.
I've fought hard for the easy life
seeking order,
in the natural economy.

We have a recognition,
with the season's slip,
lit bright against the houses.
Standing to it all
forever an early October song.
The disorientation of a citizen.

The rope seems hung
and the time spent seems present
Beware to balance the wire
and sight what we see above
of your changing seasons
so that we are acrobats of love
under travelled lights

Musing hastenings this veiled platitude
between a rock and hard place
you figure a path
galloping as best as you can
remembering history
with your electric  contact
the hum of a heater
eddies these days

Winter comes like a thwarted bride
dispensing her sullen linen
snow sunken ha ha's
meeting Jack Russell mid bark
laughing at the hubris of the fallen leaves
with shadowed pavements
Oval Moon
stripped trees like painted black pylons
Hard clumpy soil
Stark Raven searching scavenged food
no velvet fields

The Tory whale flounders on the seashore
The young have lost respect for politics
The Boris factor has contaminated the gene pool
And now the Torys have a feel for entitlement
in the shape of  Sunak,  Tory boy hereditary
Wealth doesn't make for noblesse oblige
it goes for Green cards
and now Truss in her Thatcher grandese guise
is coming second best
God protect us from these collasal beasts

The Torys aren't fit to govern their lesser sums
Red walls will relapse
Labour will ensure,
and Blue Walls will  fall
with SLD  bricks to replace.

Struggling daffodils that cannot vouch
weighed down by the rain
As summer falls back, slips
The birds sing their sullen songs
from the tree shades
and yonder there is a scant sun
the foliage faded into brown

Buxom Alice dug her heels
into the soft yielding sands
at her craggy shack
she pulls apart dragonflies wings
Intent as a Man-Eater in the making
The scurrying Dormice exasperated

Lord you are our maker,
who daily gives his love and kindness,
protect us against those that deframes your righteousness,
grant us civility  and the rod of justice
to carry your deeds

I count the stones on my burial mound
Pursing  my hushed lips
not to convey a sound,
cave in my ill-spent wishes.

Tardy in time
fly like the swallow.
Lord it feels
like I am walking in liquid lead

Tepid was the night
The dreams came back,
slanting fast from the ***** of the emergent sun to the black pool

He sprites like an ethereal dandelion
in the thickets of the time continuum
Starlight trooper shadowing the orbit

One hand hoovering
the other is in touch down mode

Planet Earth Ministerial
Like the old skool playground
Comes in rollers of orange and green
This space-age ******

If your fingers grew tied
in  rhubarb dye,
home becomes such a refuge.
Like the moon going down the alcove,
a woman suffocates
in the blazing  kitchen.
Homesick in London
marigolds are restful,
let's bury all our desires,
neither have emotions or conflicts,
in the confines of  surreality.

I cut her pages out once,
naked with her ambition,
now dashing her analogous dreams

The spotlights smeared
her with guilt.

She is talking about her banal dreams
with the art of withholding

She will be needlessly pleading,
a labyrinth; gnawing; insisting,
hold your penitence
the need will follow her

i'm the dancer in the cool winter blue
with a smile that travels 20 yards,
i snare the ****** with a gaze
because i'm nobodies captive.

Lays like a tiger
Head titled upwards
Pure survival
dreams of the stars
no apologies thereafter
Eyes jettisoning
through the layers
of impartiality

In a country full of leaves,
adroit promises are made, and
willows shy.
Yet there is no one to walk with.
Like a sole flower  in the night
there's no one to talk with.
Remember who is your best friend now?
deciding it has its merits,
deeper than you planned.
The pale bush is deeper than you gleamed

Raindrops falling on the windowsill
A lone man standing in front
he's got not much to offer
Jack frost on the tin roof
Old Man blags his finer days
Alley cat roaming the other way
Hot shot comparsions sometimes soon
is about to happen

Semblances have fought their war
and won.
I'm mighty flattered you follow me
Twilight silhouette
Blackbird gaze
one last fish in the pool

Bandages worn
Surrender soon
A riposte again
Old Soldiers die
in a must deciduous fashion

Autumn's crumbs offer a crescendo
of  calm delight,
plies on the autumnal  filler
of reds and yellows
goldy elms,
until a silent thrush at night
before the crumbling black wall.

Beneath the tree
a sparrow sounds familiar
this is the loneliest evenings hue

The Plane trees sing
their orbital rush
Sorrow is a foregone shadow
grazed by the evening's clouds

I hear her purr
like a Venetian  canopy
Back to Back, I seek her advice
and she is the cat they
pulled from the sack
Quite undeserving!

Darkness will not separate us
We Clover in truths
curled and nodding

Dreamers dream child-like tales,
whilst others play.
Playgrounds full of laughter
it is cold what is happening to you
You're all alone
failed like defenses fall all the way
Lifes wink is a carousel
timeless and grey
Now you're older
find something else to do

a wild blossom gathers moss
a bison searches mountains and further trails
for nourishment and there after

Remember the first photograph
before the cool of summer was spent,
the drench of rainwater presided.
A woman  scorned,
past lovers travail,
come on here's a message in my head,
so we can plant the beating of your heart,
and watch the fields turn green,
wake with pride,
to the banality of bullfrogs shouting,
whilst the war goes on.
With an optic view of a grave,
howling with  blood.

Several shades of dreams
A morning without sound
Rains when I'm not listening
I loved him in the morning
I followed his prays
on a distant road
where sands amass
he gave his poems on driftwood
I loved a man in a marketplace
but now he's  gone
under the tutelage of light

Amnesty  bellies up
as natural greed follows it course,
in semi darkness we stumble
remembering yesterdays seemed  gentler
Justice is reconstructed by keyboard warriors
Where is the balance of kindness
instead of your induced dystopia

You curl around me like a spring.
A Lighting lead,
no words to express.
Opulent blue-eyed
come on down to my place?
don't be fancy
I try to agree,
furtive as ever
all I want is to cry?

Nobody cares but me
Soaring on the air
were trees higher than the breeze
Did it spiral away?
Could you hear it?
Somewhere on the line
I lost all track of time!

You're all alone
childlike tendencies
You're at the bottom of the barrow
you need to help yourself
but if you can't take the gamble

Backbeat the weather is hot
Sometimes I feel like the desert
it's enough to drive you to the sand